Inherently Unmet Songtext
von Coma Control

I will not see a slob

Aching
Planning
Running
Burning
Running
Aching again
Aching
Planning
Running

Unmet

The strong ants run forever
I won′t be left behind
Their condescending faces are there to idolize
The gleaming broken surface keeps on churning bitter advice

To attain the assent of my glass face you shall improve all


How disgustingly
I've lived through the days with no discipline
The slob is no more a part of the glass scene
As I make each deed into a bland scheme

Thin the time
All weak conventions shall be optimized
Shim the life
No idle time
Each moment exists only to make strides

Count the hours
You′ll devour
Eat the weak
Keep up the run
Why do my teeth suddenly feel so flat?
They are replaceable

I feel weak, diseased
Life seems unmet, hollow

Wake up
Now it's time to conquer
Feeling off today?
Take a few pills
Always dream but never sleep 'cause sleep is for the weak


Efficiency is our new god
Worship and fulfill
Run till there′s no more to do
Run till nature frees you

Woke up realizing I don′t know where I should be
I can't remember if I even went to sleep
No one seems to respond to my fanaticism
Or did I ever even speak their language?

Meaningless slobs
Meaningless slobs
They are
Meaningless slobs
Meaningless slobs

Weak ergates

Get your white-coated hands off me

Now heed my words
As you have all gathered here to seek redemption
I now ask you for relinquishment
For your god is a false one

Renewed

While renewed, there′s still a great sense of incompleteness in me
I was supposed to be rewired
Am I not enough in this state?
I am not enough

Dismiss the life of a weakling
Break the vow of well-being
Look into the mirror
I won't see a slob
Worship the new god